Grin and Bear It

Grin and Bear It

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Stacy Kavanaugh's life has been the pits lately. Six months ago --okay, six months, one week and two days, but who's counting? --her husband left her for an exotic dancer. The property settlement negotiations have been downright ugly. And exhausting. Stacy has had enough. She's ready to throw in the towel. And the pasta machine, too.

But you know what they say about the best laid plans. Her attorney calls to tell her that Daniel is now threatening to ask for half of her business in the property settlement. Stacy figures things have hit rock bottom. How could they get any worse? Well.... a Sheriff's Deputy could deliver the news that Daniel has crashed his single engine plane into the mountains of Montana's Bitterroot National Forest. He's presumed dead, but there's no body. They think a bear dragged it away. It's snowing and it'll be Spring before they can do another search for Daniel's remains. Yeah, that would definitely qualify as worse!

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Leslie LaFoy's Bio

As a new mom, Leslie, at her wit's end, called her mother for advice. "He never sleeps!" she wailed into the phone. From the end of the line came a cackle—yes, a cackle!—and the words, "I have waited thirty-six years for this moment!"

Yes, the apple didn't fall far from the maternal tree. Leslie doesn't sleep much. Never has and apparently never will. Why? Well, Leslie says there are just too many interesting things to do with a day. Sleep is at the very bottom of her To Do List.

There's the writing, of course. And the reading, the interior decorating, the stained glass work, the sewing, the gardening, the now teenage son's ice hockey and lacrosse schedule (Leslie's the Executive Secretary for the Wichita Lacrosse Association), all the household and financial management stuff, playing the secretary-slash-receptionist for her husband's business one day a week, and being a decent wife, mom, daughter, friend.

Leslie used to juggle being a high-school history teacher—and department chair—along with everything else. But her husband, David, begged her to have some mercy on the family and so she gave up the world of academia to be a full-time writer and lady of leisure. Once the son heads off to college, though. Leslie's toying with the idea of going there herself. She misses that teaching thing—and it would only be a couple of classes, a couple times a week, a semester at a time.